Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

King Novel 33

Chapter 33

Kallias' grip is a fucking vice.

I thrash, kick, claw at anything I can reach, but his hold doesn't loosen. He carries me like I'm a goddamn sack of potatoes, my stomach pressing against his shoulder as he strides through the packhouse halls. My vision is still spinning from being torn away from Enoch, but it doesn't stop the rage burning in my gut.

"Put me the fuck down!" I thrash, my fists hammering against his spine. I don't care that people are watching, that whispers are bleeding into the hallway like a gas leak,

"Is that the Omega?"

"Why is Kallias carrying her?"

"This is unacceptable,"

Oh, eat shit.

I twist, smacking a fist against Kallias' back-solid, unfortunately. Not as muscled as Enoch's, though. Enoch, who also once carried me like this, but not out of some twisted sense of control-no, he was dragging me away from danger. I hit Kallias again, harder, and he growls in warning.

"I swear to the fucking Moon Goddess, Kallias, if you don't put me down, I will puke all over your back."

"Why the fuck are you like this?!" I snarl, digging my nails into his back.

"You're not going back to that dungeon." His voice is clipped, hard, like he's holding back something. "Not after what I just saw,"

"What you just saw?" I snap. "What you saw was me trying to wake Enoch up before you ripped me away! You-"

A familiar voice cuts in, dripping in faux concern.

"What's going on here?"

Just as Kallias reaches the staircase-Seraphina steps in front of us, her perfectly manicured nails digging into her arms.

"What the hell is going on?" she demands, voice sweet like poison.

Kallias doesn't slow down. "Not now, Seraphina."

Her eyes dart to me, hanging upside down like a possessed bat, and something

ugly twists in her expression. "You're Carrying her?"

Kallias' wolf pulses beneath his voice, "Move."

For once in her miserable life, she listens.

Kallias continues up the stairs, each step jostling my ribs against his shoulder, until we reach his room. Then, he throws me.

Literally.

I hit his mattress with a bounce, gasping as I scramble upright.

I don't hesitate. I leap off the bed and make a break for it-only for his arm to slam

against the doorfram ting off my

escape..

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Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

"I already accepted your rejection," I snap, glaring up at him. "Whatever fucking bond we had? It's gone. There is nothing tying me to you anymore, and you sure as hell have no right to-"

"The bond doesn't matter," he growls. "The Goddess still chose us❞

let out a humorless laugh. "Oh, the same Goddess who let

I see it-the

leaving this room," he says, voice firm.

I stare at him.

is there to do when your ex-boyfriend pulls a lock-her-in-the-tower move

closer, incredulous.

turns, heading

him. "Don't you

my face. The lock

I stand there, seething.

something. Throw his stupid, overpriced

out the

Speaking of windows-

whirl, stalking

the room.

Fifth floor.

no. That's not

one direction. My stomach twists. The pack stadium. Where the Alpha holds his

lodges in my

need to get the fuck out

march to it. Knocking once,

don't even hesitate, the other one even snorting at my pathetic excuse. "There's a bathroom in every master bedroom. You don't need to leave." Fucking

pretending to look horrified. "I think the toilet's

them

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Silence,

groan, flopping against the door. "I

More silence.

Alright. Plan B.

the verse wants

Plan C?

eyes landing on the

But I'll be damned if I let Kallias lock me up

my hands against the

seeds, synas

within reach.

I exhale, steadying myself,

Fuck it,

I'm climbing down.

***

Three hours,

weight. I might be an Omega, but I refuse to die looking like a fucking idiot splattered on the ground because [] trusted

this, it's going in my

least, I hope it is. It's not like I can test it by tossing a watermelon out the window and hoping

I secure it to the thickest part of the bedpost, giving it one final, desperate tug. The fabric holt. My stomach does not. There is no

door are still

damn ones standing here while everyone else gets to

son's orders, man. We can't

"Yeah, yeah. Still bullshit."

busy bitching to

the window. The fabric unravels in the night, swaying slightly in the breeze. My stomach twists. Heights and I? Not the best of friends.

ell wasn't built for

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glance down and my stomach lurches 1 swear the ground monks teether away vs to my son fre thunders in my ears, drowning out every

kicks up again, making the rope sway, and so well and the oth done w breathing through the spike of panic. I can't fall, I